"Andersen's Fairy Tales" is Andersen's fairy tale work and one of the most famous fairy tale collections in the world. The following is what I compiled for you, I hope it is useful to you!

Chapter 1: The Vicious Prince

Once upon a time there was a vicious and arrogant prince, and his entire ambition was to conquer. All the nations of the world make people afraid when they hear his name. He went to war with fire and sword; his soldiers trampled the wheat in the fields and set fire to the peasants' houses. The bright red flames scorched the leaves on the trees, burned the fruits, and hung on the blackened branches. Many poor mothers, holding their naked, still-sucking babies, hid behind the smoking walls.

Soldiers searched for them. If they and their children are found, their mischief begins. No demon could do anything as bad as they did, but the prince thought their actions were good. His power increases day by day; everyone is afraid when his name is mentioned; he succeeds in everything he does. He plundered much gold and wealth from the conquered cities. He has accumulated more wealth in the capital than anywhere else. He ordered the construction of many splendid palaces, churches and arcades. Everyone who saw these gorgeous scenes said: "What a great prince!" They did not think of the disasters he caused in other countries. They did not hear the cries emanating from the ruins of the burned cities. and sighs.

When the prince looked at his gold and his majestic buildings, he couldn't help but have the same thought as everyone else:

"How wonderful!" Great prince! However, I want more, more things! I will not allow any other power in the world to catch up with me, let alone surpass me!"

So he said to all war with neighboring countries and conquered them. As he rode through the streets, he put gold chains on the captive kings and tied them to his cart. During the meal, he forced the kings to kneel at his feet and that of his courtiers, throwing crumbs from the table for them to eat.

Now the prince ordered that his statue should be erected in all squares and palaces, and even wanted to erect it in front of the church shrine. But the priests said:

"You are indeed powerful, but God's power is much greater than yours. We dare not do such a thing." Chapter 2: Buckwheat

After a heavy thunderstorm, when you walk through a buckwheat field, you will often find that the buckwheat here is black and burnt, as if a flame has burned it once. Then the farmer said, "It got it from lightning." But why did it get this result? I can tell you what the sparrow told me. The sparrow heard it from an old willow tree. This tree stood beside a field of buckwheat, and is still standing there. It is a very respectable big willow tree, but it is very old and has many wrinkles. There was a split in the middle of its body, and grass and thorns grew out of the split. The tree bends forward, and its branches hang down to the ground, like long green hair.

The surrounding fields grew wheat, rye and barley, and oats—yes, the best oats. When mature, it looks like many yellow canaries perched on a soft branch. The wheat stood there, smiling. The fuller its ears are, the more pious and humble it appears, and its body hangs very low.

But there is another field full of buckwheat. This field is exactly opposite the old willow tree. Buckwheat is not like other wheat. Its body is not bent at all, but it stands straight and proud.

"I am really full for an ear," it said. "Besides I am very beautiful: my flowers are as beautiful as apple blossoms: whoever sees me and my flowers is delighted. You old willow, do you know anything else more beautiful than us?"

Willow nodded, as if to say: "Of course I know!"

But Buckwheat put on an air of pride and said:

"Stupid The tree! It was so old that grass grew out of its belly."

At this time a terrible storm came: all the flowers in the field were stunned when the storm passed over them. Sometimes, they all rolled up their leaves and hung their delicate heads, but the buckwheat still stood proudly.

"Like us. Lower your head," said the flowers.

"I don't have to do this," Buckwheat said.

"Like us, lower your head," Maizi said loudly. "The angel of the storm is here now. His wings stretch from the clouds to the ground; before you can plead for mercy, he has cut you in two."

"Yes, but I Not willing to bend down," Buckwheat said.

"Close your flowers and droop your leaves," said the old willow tree. "When the clouds are breaking apart, under no circumstances should you look at the lightning: even people dare not do so, because one can see the sky through the lightning, and the sight of it would blind one's eyes.

If we dare to do this, what will happen to us native plants? - Besides, we are far inferior to them. "

"Far inferior to them!" Buckwheat said. "I would like to see the sky and give it a try. "It did it arrogantly and arrogantly. The electric light flickered so fiercely, as if the whole world was on fire.

When the bad weather passed, the flowers and wheat were quiet and peaceful here. Standing in the clean air, it was refreshed by the rain, but the buckwheat was burnt as black as coal by lightning.

The old willow tree was in the wind. The branches were shaking; big drops of water fell from the green leaves, as if the tree was crying. So the sparrow asked: "Why are you crying? Look, everything here is so pleasant: look, the sun is shining brightly." How beautiful, look how beautifully the clouds are floating. Don't you smell the fragrance of the flowers and bushes? Why are you crying, old willow?"

So the willow told Buckwheat about his pride, arrogance and the punishments that followed. They listened.

I heard the story from the sparrows one night, and they told me this story. p>This short story is collected in the 8th episode of "Stories for Children". The connotation of the story can be understood at a glance: Buckwheat thought he was great, insisted on going his own way, and did not listen to any advice. As a result, he was "burned like charcoal by lightning." Burnt. It is now useless dead grass in the fields. "This little story also reflects an aspect of Andersen's character - modesty and simplicity.

"Okay then," said the evil prince, "I want to conquer God!"

Chapter 3: The most difficult thing to believe

Whoever can do the most difficult thing to believe can marry the king's daughter and get half of the kingdom.

Young people, yes, even old people, all racked their brains and tensed their muscles. Two people died from exhaustion, and one drank to death, all because they did the most unbelievable things in their own way. , but this should not be done. Children on the street practice spitting on their own backs. They regard this as the most unbelievable thing.

According to regulations, on a certain day, everyone. It was time to perform the most unbelievable things they had done. The invited referees, ranging from three to ninety years old, performed all kinds of unbelievable things, but they soon agreed that, The most unbelievable thing is the large clock placed in the cabinet in the hall. It is very cleverly made inside and outside. Every time it strikes the right time, a moving figure jumps out to indicate the time. *There were twelve performances, all with movable figures that could sing and speak. "This is the most difficult thing to believe!"

When it was struck, Moses stood on the mountain. The first oracle was written on the legal tablet: "There is only one true God①." "

When knocked twice, the Garden of Eden appeared. Adam and Eve met in the garden. Both were very happy. They didn't even have a wardrobe. They didn't have the need.

< p>When he knocked three times, the three holy kings ② appeared. One of them had a dark complexion. This was something he could not do because the sun had burned him black. They held incense and valuables in their hands. .

When knocked four times, the four seasons appear: spring brings a beech branch with new leaves and a cuckoo resting on it; summer brings a ripe wheat sheaf with an ant on it. Grasshopper; Autumn brings an empty stork's nest, and the birds have flown away; Winter brings an old crow, which tells stories by the stove, recalling the past.

Knock. At five o'clock, five senses appeared: sight was an optician, hearing was a coppersmith, smell was a seller of violets and woodruff, taste was a cook, feeling was an undertaker, and the sorrow in him was The yarn hung down to the heel.

When the six strokes were struck, a dice player sat there and rolled a dice, with the largest side facing up.

Then the seven days of the week, or the Seven Deadly Sins, appeared, and the people were so divided that they were indistinguishable from each other.

Then the choir of monks came out and sang the morning. Prayer ④ hymn.

At the nine strokes, nine muses ⑤ came. One was in charge of astronomy, one was in charge of historical archives, and the others were in charge of various art departments. When the bell struck ten, Moses appeared again, holding the commandments of God, one to ten.

When the bell struck again, the little boys and girls jumped. They ran out jumping. They were playing games and singing: "Dang, Dang, Ding, the clock struck eleven!"

Then it struck ten. Two times. The night watchman wore a skullcap and held a "morning star"⑦. He sang the ancient night watch song:

It was midnight,

The savior was born!

As he sang, the roses grew. They turned into angel heads with colorful wings.

It was beautiful to listen to it and look at it. It's all very pleasant. It's an incredibly beautiful piece of art, and the hardest thing to believe is that the artist who made this clock is a young man.

He is kind-hearted, innocent and pure, and full of childlike joy. He is a loyal and trustworthy friend, full of filial piety to his poor parents. He should marry the princess and get half the kingdom.

The day of judgment has arrived, and the whole city is decorated with lights. The princess sat on the throne of the kingdom. The throne was covered with new horse hair, but it did not make people feel more comfortable or comfortable. The referees around looked at the winner with mischievous eyes. He stood there calm and happy, his luck certain, and he had done the most unbelievable thing.

"Wait a minute, it's my turn!" At this time, a tall and strong man shouted. "I'm the one who did the most unbelievable thing!" He struck at the work of art with a big axe.

"Crackling", the bell was chopped into pieces by him. Gears and springs flew all over the floor, and everything was destroyed!

Chapter 4: The Bachelor's Nightcap

There is a street in Copenhagen; it has such a strange name— — Husgen Strader ②. Why does it have such a name? What does it mean? It should be in German. But people get the German wrong here. People should say Hauschen, which means "little house". Once upon a time - indeed many, many years ago - there were no big buildings here, just wooden sheds like the ones we see now at temple fairs. Yes, they were slightly larger than that, and they had windows; but the things in the window frames were either animal horns or bladder skin, because glass was very expensive at that time and not every house could afford it. . We are, of course, talking about something so long ago—so long ago that even my great-grandfather’s grandfather would say “long ago” when talking about it—in fact, it was centuries ago.

At that time, wealthy businessmen from Bremen and Lübeck often did business with Copenhagen. They don't come here themselves, they just send their guys. These people lived in wooden shacks on this "Street of Little Houses" and sold beer and spices.

German beer is very delicious and has a wide variety of beers, including Bremen, Prism, Emse and even Brunswick white beer ③. There are also many varieties of spices for sale - saffron, anise, ginger and especially pepper. Indeed, pepper is one of the most important commodities here; hence the German guys in Denmark have earned the title: "pepper friends." ‘Before they go abroad, they must agree to one condition of their boss, that is: they cannot seek wives in Denmark. Many of them grew old like this. They have to take care of themselves, organize their own lives, and suppress their emotions if they really feel the urge. Some of them became very lonely bachelors with eccentric thoughts and eccentric living habits. Starting from them, people who have reached a certain age but are not yet married are now called "pepper friends". In order for people to understand this story, they must understand this.

"Pepper Friend" became a joke. It is said that they always put on their nightcaps and pull them over their eyes before going to bed. The children all sang:

Chop wood, chop wood!

Alas, alas! These bachelors are so lonely.

They went to bed wearing a nightcap,

He had to light the fire himself.

Yes, that’s what people sing about them! People make jokes about a bachelor and his nightcap simply because they understand neither the bachelor nor his nightcap for the sake of. Alas! No one wants to wear such a nightcap! Why not? Let us listen:

In very ancient times, this street of little houses was not paved with stones; people put their feet on Pulling out of this pit and stepping into another pit is like walking on a lonely road that is rarely visited; and it is still very narrow. Those small houses are close together, and the distance between them and the opposite side is very short, so in summer, people often pull the cloth tent from this house to the opposite house. In this case, the smell of pepper, saffron and ginger is more powerful than usual.

There are not many young people standing behind the counter; no, most of them are old men. But they are not what we imagine them to be: they are not wearing wigs and nightcaps, leggings, and buttoned waistcoats and coats. No, my grandfather's great-grandfather might have looked like that - that's what the portrait was painted on; but the Pepper Friends had no money to paint their portraits.

This is a real pity: if someone had once made a picture of one of them standing behind the counter or going to church on Sunday, it would be very valuable now. of. Their hats always have a high crown and wide brim. The youngest sometimes likes to wear a feather in his hat. The woolen shirt was covered by a neatly ironed cloth collar; the narrow jacket was buttoned tightly, with large buttons hanging loosely on the body, and the trousers were tucked into the shoes - because these guys all wear socks; A knife and spoon for eating were hung on their belts; at the same time, for self-defense, a larger knife was inserted - this weapon was often indispensable at that time.

Anton - one of the oldest shop assistants in the Street of Little Houses - looks like this in his holiday attire. He just didn't wear a top hat, but a kind of toque. Underneath this hat was a hand-knitted skullcap—a true nightcap. He was used to wearing it, so it was always on his head. He has two such hats. He is really a character worth drawing, he is as thin as a stick, his eyes and mouth are surrounded by wrinkles; his fingers are long and all bone; his eyebrows are gray and as dense as bushes . There was a tuft of hair hanging over his left eye--it didn't make him handsome, but it drew attention to him. Everyone knows that he comes from Premen; but this is not his hometown, but his boss lives there. His hometown is Duringia - the city of Eisenach near Wartburg④. Old Anton didn't talk much about it, but that made him miss it all the more.

The old guys on this street don't often meet each other. Everyone stays in his own shop. The shops closed very early in the evening, so the street seemed quite dark. Only a glimmer of light came in from the angular windows on the roof. Here the old bachelor sat on the bed as usual, holding a German hymnbook in his hand and reciting Vespers; or else he was rummaging about the room, busy here and there Working until late at night is certainly not a very interesting life. Being a foreigner in a foreign land is a miserable situation: no one cares about you unless you harm others.

When it's dark outside, snowing or raining, the place often looks extremely dark and lonely. There are no lights here, only a lonely little light in front of the statue of the Virgin hanging on the wall. At the other end of the street, at the wooden railing of a nearby ferry, the sound of water could now be clearly heard. Such evenings can be long and lonely unless one finds something to do. Packing and unpacking doesn't happen every day; and people can't be cleaning scales or making paper bags all the time. So people have to find something else to do. This was how old Anton spent his time. He sewed his clothes and mended his leather shoes. When he finally went to bed, he kept his nightcap on his head according to his custom. He pulled it down very low, but presently he pushed it up again to see if the lamp was completely blown out. He touched the lamp, twisted the wick, then turned over and lay down, pulling back his nightcap. Next point.

At this time, he began to doubt again: Has every coal in the small fire bowl below been extinguished and crushed? There may be a small spark that has not been extinguished. It can The overall fire will be ignited again, causing disaster. So he got out of bed and climbed down the ladder - because we can hardly call it a "stairs" ladder. When he came to the fire bowl, there was not a single spark in sight; he could easily have turned around and gone back. But when he was halfway gone, he remembered that the door bolt might not be in place and the window might not be closed securely. Yes, his skinny legs had to send him downstairs. When he climbed into bed again, his whole body was already frozen, and his teeth were trembling in his mouth, because when the cold knows that he can't stay long, it becomes unbridled. He drew the quilt tighter up, pulled his nightcap lower down to his eyebrows, and then his thoughts turned from business and the cares of the day to other matters. But this is not a pleasant thing, because then many memories come, and a curtain is put down around him, and these curtains often have sharp needles, and people often use these needles to prick themselves and cry out "Oh !"

These thorns pierce into the flesh, causing fever and tears. Old Anton was often like this - bursting into tears. Big tears rolled down onto the quilt or the floor. They dripped loudly, as if his painful heartstrings had been broken. Sometimes they burned like a flame, illuminating before him a picture of life—a picture which could never fade away from his heart. If he wiped his eyes with his nightcap, the tears and the picture would indeed burst, but the source of the tears would not waver at all, and remained hidden in the depths of his heart. These pictures do not appear in sequence, scene by scene, according to their actual circumstances; the most painful scenes often come together; the happiest scenes also come together, but they always cast the deepest shadow.

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